Poem of the week

was massy and abundant and Michel professed it acted 
as a barrier against contagion, citing the fact he never
once caught plague, as proof indisputable of its sublime
proficiency as microbe-barricade par excellence.

I think I’ll grow one

dense and luxuriant, a display that will erase all 
question marks regarding the extent of my personal
virility and I will oil it. Oh I will oil its splendour into

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